All Alone

Chapter Four

~Madi's POV

~The next day...~

If you could see me now you would be mortified. I wore the most angriest, ugliest look upon my face

I was so angry at Roy, and I couldn't
remember why. Until it dawned on me that he held captive a certain blue pencil.

All through out the school day, Roy had this smug look on his face. No matter what I said, no amount of sarcasm could wipe it away. After last period, he rushed out of the classroom and I followed shortly behind wanting to smack that smirk off his face. He walked towards his car, with a particular blue pencil in his hand. I stopped dead in my tracks and clenched my jaw. He turned around towards me and a smirk grew on his face as he waved the pencil in front of his face, taunting me. I narrowed my eyes, and raised an eyebrow. He smiled even more as he chucked my pencil over my head into the trashcan near the doors of the school. My mouth hung open slightly and I glanced up to see almost everyone watching this little fallout.

 I looked back at Roy who has already gotten in his car, still watching me. I turned to retrieve my pencil, walking back to the school. Unfortunately, gentics turns against me as my foot trips over a rock causing me to fall onto my elbows and knees. In front of everyone. Laughter and numerous giggles erupt from the teenagers when the last bell rang, and they all scattered. My face felt like it was 100C as I slowly stood up. I practically ran to the bus since Grace was would be at cheer-leading practice until later. I plopped down in a seat unoccupied and plugged in my phone and blared Run and Go by Twenty-One Pilots, my escape song.

When I got off the bus, I walked towards my new home. Fiddling with the key, I finally walked inside and threw my stuff on the couch. Trudging to the bathroom I turned the shower on and waited for it to warm up. For me, it usually takes twenty minutes for the water to not either burn my flesh off or turn me into the one-person reenactment of the Titanic. I stood before the mirror and pulled my hair back, turning the sink faucet as well. I rubbed face wash in my hands and began smearing it on my face, washing all the makeup I had on today. I splashed water on my face repeatedly until my face was completely clean.

I took a half step back and looked in the mirror and looked at myself with my real face. There was a big black and blue bruise on one side of my jaw and a yellowish bruise on my left temple. I didn't have to look to know that I still had some ugly bruises around my hips and ribs. Not to mention the millions of scars on my back from the shattered glass I was thrown on in the crash.

I stripped down and stepped into the relaxing shower. As the water hit my skin I started to think of what happened today, and the day before that, and before that. A tear slipped down my cheek and I choked down a sob. I realized I didn't have to hold back and started to cry.

Everything that had happened over the past few months was overwhelming. I couldn't take it. The crash, the detective, and now school. I leaned back and let the water soak my face until I calmed down.

I straightened myself up and turned off the water. I snatched a towel off the hook and got dressed in my comfiest of clothes. My stomach growled at me so I made my way to the kitchen. Although, when I reached the living room I saw a body lying in the middle of the floor. I recognized it to be my dear cousin.

"You okay?" I asked stepping over her to get to the kitchen.

"Do I look okay?"

"Not really. Should I be concerned?"

"Don't even ask." she groaned into the carpet.

"I didn't. But now I will. What happened to you?" I question, yanking the note off the fridge that read, Date night tonight! Leftovers in the fridge. Love you both! XOXO  -Peg. I sighed and opened the fridge to find nothing appealing to me.

"Just this stupid freshman, she did a couple of back tucks and lost her lunch."

"Oh no." I said monotonously, opening up the pantry to find it had been refilled with the most wonderful snacks. Maltesers. I know I'm Californian but my parents grew up in Manchester, England. I grew up with the smallest of accents and a few British traditions. I guess Aunt Peg knew of a few of my addictions because these are really hard to find in America. I quickly yanked the box out of the pantry and continued to listen to Grace's story.

"Yeah and you know me, weak stomach. I got really sick and did what I probably should've done in the trashc-" I cut her off by stepping on her hand, not really wanting to hear the rest of the story.

"OW! Why?!"she yelped suddenly sitting up.

"Oh come on, I didn't step on you that hard! Why don't you take some meds so you don't, you know, one me. I plopped on the couch and ripped open the bag.

"I will," she responded. "I soon as I find the meds called Ibuprofen." I was about to respond but she beat me to it. "You know what, I'll just take a double dose of Benedryl and sleep it off."
she said walking way with a bottle of water.

"Have fun with that!" I called after her. She mumbled a response and I turned my attention to the blank TV in front of me. I reached for the remote and switched on Netflix. I grabbed my phone and began watching Sherlock . All nine episodes. Again.
In the middle of my franchise, there was a short knock on the door. Thinking it was Aunt Peg and Uncle Steve, I didn't pay too much attention to it.
"Hey you're home early, I was just wa-" my words were suddenly caught in my throat when I saw who was at the door.

There stood Roy with a sloppy smile and leaning against the door frame.
"Hi Maaaaddi!"

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Hello my readers! I'm sorry for not updating! How have you all been? My job is overwhelming and my roommate is annoying! I wish I could insert emojis through my computer, but I can't! Speaking of computers, I might be getting a new one then I won't have to use my roommate's, which means more updates! That's about all for now, please recommend this story to other users!